Rotten luck

We were walking. Just walking. Doing what we've been doing most days, since Jennefer's employer folded because of COVID-19. Jennefer went to her treatment, then we made ourselves coffee and breakfast, and headed out for our usual 4.5 mile walk from the house, looping around through Ketring Park and around its lake, then heading over to Sterne Park, before the hike up the hill to home. Just after we got to Sterne Park, we got into an intense conversation about how walking faster would be better exercise for Jennefer, and suddenly she stepped in a pothole and twisted her foot badly. We stopped for awhile, to give her time to sit in the grass and assess the damage, and she decided she wanted to continue walking up the hill to home, since she had an appointment coming up. She was in pain and walking with a pronounced limp. We got home OK, and then she called and found out her appointment was the next day, so we hadn't needed to rush, oh well. Her foot didn't get any better overnight, and was still very painful the next morning, so we took her to Urgent Care after her treatment, and after an X-Ray, they diagnosed her with a fractured metatarsal. We are feeling overwhelmed by all the challenges that 2020 is throwing at us.